On the very bumpy ride to Agra...

Wake-up call was pretty early this morning- 7 am downstairs for breakfast, all packed and ready. Not that yesterday (since we were allowed to sleep in a little bit) I got up any later. Breakfast was amazing, the usual delicious Indian crusine. Then we went back upstairs to our room real fast, got everything we didn't allready have together, and came down to the bus.

Now, we are on the way to Agra. I don't think I will ever stop being amazed at the traffic. Everyone is so impatient and such reckless drivers. If you drive in India, and aren't reckless, you will get in an accident. Just the way it is. So, let's hope my father never drives in India. We would all die.

A bus just passed us and I got another round of "wow" and some more amazed stares. People think my blonde hair and white (albino compared to them) skin is fantastic. Or just rare maybe. Yesterday I lost count of how many people (strangers) I took photos with. Random peeople would just come up to me with their cameras and ask if I would be in a photo with them. I started humming "I feel pretty" from West Side Story, in jest and then they asked me to sing. Oops.

This is for you, Ms. Walker: We saw a gas station, so I immediatley inquired what the price was. Aneel determined that gas is between 45-60 rupees. So, converted to american dollars that's about $1. But wait, it's 45-60 rupees per liter. If there are 4 liters in one gallon (hooray for health science last year) then gas is actually about $4 a gallon. Next time you find yourself complaining about gas prices (or your parents) just remember that it could be much worse

Any motorcycle riders? Here women wearing sari's ride...uh... side sadle. I would fall off. Us americans think we are good at texting;
try walking across the street in India and checking your phone- or talking. Yes, we just saw a guy do that. Hope he lived to tell his grandchildren. I didn't see.

The new fad? Snake charming. 5 snake charmers on this side of the road- with cobras. And yes, the snakes are real.

The sign for "give me money i need food im poor" in India is touching your hands to your lips and then oustreach them to the people you want money from. It kind of looks like they are blowing kisses.

Our most recent dialouge:
"Cow"
"Brahma"
"doggies"
"horse!'
"polution"
"lady with basket on her head"
"mud huts"
"soybeans"
"WHAT?!!"
me: yeah.

Ahaha. Well, time for some Z's.